This is a song about "Eight characteristics of life"

In the prime of my life

We hustle to survive

Victims of that thug life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Ma want me to go find a wife

In the devoid of life

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Hovering, discovering the meaning of life

Of the book of your life

What we gotta do to survive

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

But they sold jello in the paint

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Take the walk of my life

Take her back to where i live